I would just like to appologize. My sister noticed that I said that Seamus was Scottish. I made a mistake in saying that, he's Irish. Now on with the show!
Harry flung open the doors to the school, hurrying down the steps and jumping the last three onto the grounds while a group of girls under a tree stared. Malfoy was almost on his heels as he crashed through the doors after him.
"I'll break every bone in your 'precious' body, Potter!"
"Let's see you try, slowpoke!" cried Harry over his shoulder. You really ought not to piss him off so much, he thought to himself. But it's so much fun to see him angry!
Harry was becoming tired of the chase and decided to draw it to a close. He ran into The Forbidden Forest, where he knew Malfoy was afraid to go. Thinking that he was safe amidst the trees, he stopped to catch his breath.
"Phew!" Harry panted, "That was invigorating!"
"Not nearly," said a voice behind him, making the hairs on the nape of his neck prickle. Harry turned slowly on the spot to face Malfoy, the beads of sweat on his face reflected by the dull light in the forest. He poked his wand hard into Harry's throat.
Harry swallowed hard, his Adam's apple sliding up and down against the wand. He was at first frightened, but then he realized that he could take Malfoy any day, and that he had secretly hoped to for a long time. He didn't know why, but the thrill of beating Malfoy, whether or not it was in front of others, was very important to him. He was about to make a clever remark when he saw a vast shadow overcome Malfoy's pale, sweating figure. At that moment, something stirred Harry's reflexes to shove Malfoy out of the way of the thing that was leering behind them. He didn't know what made him do it. No matter how much he hated Malfoy, no matter how much he thrilled in making fun of him, being chased by him, he never would wish him dead.
"Wha—Oof!" Malfoy plunged heavily to the leaf-littered ground as Harry shoved him aside and drew his wand.
"Run!" were the only words that could issue from Harry's lips as he felt cold fingers clasp his wrist.
Draco had no idea what made him do it but suddenly, seeing Harry facing the thing alone, immersed in its shadow and already in fear, made him realize that he could never wish him dead. He grabbed Harry's wrist with his cold hands, clammy with fear, and dashed as quickly as he could out of the forest. They burst into the sunlight, a shock after the heavy shadows in the dense forest.
What did I just do? thought Draco, What the heck just happened? Breathing heavily, Draco decided that pondering his impulsive decision was not as important as filling his lungs with air.
Harry bent over, resting his hands on his knees and panted, "Wha—Wha—" but couldn't finish his sentence. He was so utterly surprised, first the thing, then Draco—Draco Malfoy of all people—saving his life. He didn't even know which of the two questions he wanted answered first.
"Let's just get back to the castle," Harry said through the awkward silence that followed. Malfoy nodded, and panting, they walked back to the castle, a fair distance apart from each other.
Nina's Sanity: "Well, I hope you liked it. I'm not going to continue this until I see that enough people want to see more because that's just not worth it. So if you want more, tell me, please."
Nina's Insanity: "Are you cray-cray? Just post stuff even if no one reads it! You like to write!"
Nina's Sanity: "Well then what the hell would the point be?"
Nina's Insanity: "I'd be happy?"
Nina's Sanity: "Pft! Like I care about that."
